2.19.2014

Not a person at work (except
my boss) knows about the secret that I keep. No one at work is on my Instagram.
No one at work reads my blog. Not that they don’t have access to it if they
knew about it. They could find the links through Facebook. But they don’t. To
be honest, I think most of my coworkers wouldn’t know the first thing about
Instagram. And a blog? What’s a blog? This chapstick sits on my desk, staring
at me, reminding me of my secret. Anyone that would come to my desk would see
it if they were looking. But they wouldn’t ask. They probably wouldn’t even
speculate. And when I finally get licensed, and announce it at the monthly
accounting department meeting, fingers crossed that I shock every last one of
them. Because who would have thought?

Why have I kept it a secret at work when I’ve been so vocal
about it in other areas of my life? Other than avoiding the dramatics of them
thinking all of my work will fall into their laps when I walk out the door on
that life changing day, and therefore secretly hating me just a little bit, I really
just didn’t want them to know. They are nothing but sweet to my face and great when
it comes to coworkers but sometimes isn’t it nice to just keep something to
yourself every once in a while? It is weird to have such a big part of my life
have nothing to do with the other big part of my life. Guaranteed the second
that I tell them I have something to tell them they will all think I’m
pregnant. Oh man, are you in for a surprise.

My lips smell of Pina Colada. Reminding me that I hold one
of the sweetest of secrets. I’m going to be a foster mom.